| Meet the Important People in my Life | |||||||||||||||||||
| My Family |
Starting from the bottom left: My mother Karen, my daughter Tessa, my father Ron. At the top: I am Jennifer and my sisiter Patty. My mother and I are very close, we do so many things together when we see each other, but we live five hours from each other. My daughter, she is the love of my life, I would do anything for her. My father, I am his step-daughter and we are closer than any of his blood children. Me, well, what can I say that is me. That person standing next to me would be my step sister Patty. She can be a brat, but can't we all. | ||||||||||||||||||
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These wonderful people are my grandparents, I guess I don't have to tell you who is who. But, their names are Bob and Marrieta. And they were there for me most of my school years. If my mother couldn't handle me she would send me to Grandma and Grandpa's house so they could streighten me up. Which they always did. Earlier this month (May 3,1999) my grandmother passed away and I wrote a poem for her on the trip to Arizona for her memorial, and as soon as I find it I will put it on here. My Grandparents were the eptimee of love. They were the model Christain couple, that evrey young Christain couple wanted to take after. Even tho they were married 52 years they still held hands and you could see the newly-wed look in Grandma's face. She was born in a small town in North Dakota, called Stewartsville which was named after her Grandfather. Her hobbies were painting and sewing. However, her biggest love was her grandchildren, which she didn't get to see much of in their earlier years, as Bob's work kept them moving around a lot. She was a wonderful woman and she will be missed very dearly. This picture was taken on Christmas of '97. they came home from Yuma to be their family that year. | My Grandparents | ||||||||||||||||||
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| My Best Friend |
We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we find in our travels is an honsest friend. Poem by Robert Lewis Stevenson This is a picture of Kathy and I. Ok, I don't think I need to tell you who is who, since there is a picture of me up top. | ||||||||||||||||||
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